Lyrics:
Young Jefe, holmes
Ah
Swish, I'm balling (ah)
I'm so awesome
Old bitch keep calling (hello?)
She think I'm awesome
Jackboys wanna rob me
style is awesome
I'm causing more Family Feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fucking head
That's cool
We need to do a making of
This is day one working on the new track
I need one more piece
So far its fucking awesome
This is day one
of secrets
And constantly making
Believers outta quitters
For all of your time
And your heart and your soul
You deserve a lot more than a toast
But
juice, toast
Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes
Smoke the?, bitch
I want the marble to the door
Linen to the ankle
Basket woven loafs, hoes for sowing oats
style is awesome
I'm causing more Family Feuds than Richard Dawson
And the survey said, you're dead
Fatal Flying Guillotine chops off your fucking head
something to the world?
But if you’re a creative and you want to
Create, and you just want to create more
This is exactly what I’ve been fighting
For so if
Trillionaire mindsets
I pray it ain't my time yet
Moving with some bosses
Sky Dwellers and some Oats sets
We servin' niggas across the chest
Thank
I turn around from whining sounds
Don't give us shit for making it
If your band's not signed, don't put us down!
Try playing hard, you stupid clown!
making all the cake
I got a bitch with an attitude problem
I know she crazy but I know that pussy awesome
Top down, riding round, nigga who are you?
I
all sorts of condemnation
You gave me wisdom more than mere postulations
Set me up and now I stay in you station
Singing and making melodies of you I
Our God is an awesome God he reigns
From heaven above with wisdom power and love
Our God is an awesome God
Our God is an awesome God he reigns
selling
For making shit guaranteed to bust your fucking melon
Police throwed me up on charges like I was a felon
There was no telling, when I was
I turn around from whining sounds
Don't give us shit for making it
If your band's not signed, don't put us down!
Try playing hard, you stupid
I turn around from whining sounds
Don't give us shit for making it
If your band's not signed, don't put us down!
Try playing hard, you stupid
my
arms once
more
Save me while I’m falling down, into my past
My tears will hide your ocean’s droll
and erase my fears
to hold on dear.
Old rain
made for
Stay close like honey bunches of oats
Listening to Minnie ripping those high notes
csking for a few minutes more
That's the kinda love I was
They don't know that I'm awesome
Smoking a sweet in la casa while my lil baby making me pasta
Picked out the shrimp and the lobster then I hit her back
Driving or how big
Somebody's house is and brings the
Most awesome collection of
Classic, current, and futuristic black
Music every day so
Make some noise
the city of Philly
You couldn't sell Rick James a bag of crack, you're out of practice
My victory more certain than death or taxes
Fact is you're a hack,
beautiful!
You was heaven sent
My sister my life couldn't be better
Doing what I love wid my best friend
And making cheddar!
Kelly
The most
shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint
They got in my bones, now I'm coppin' stones
Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we'll right the wrongs
18
Cudi]
Rage, cause I'm paid
take the gray and create another shade
awesome no more bitches playin possum
pop and lock em and send em home
tired of hoes all
cause I’m paid
take the gray and create another shade
awesome no more b-tches playin possom
pop and lock em and send em on home
tired of hoes all they
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